A delicious dinner, comfortable nights sleep and an enormous breakfast at the White Hart and we were ready for the off again.
A momentous occasion, a beautiful spring day and the legs are finally out.
After the steep climbs of Exmoor and The Quantocks and the dead flat of the Somerset Levels yesterday, this morning we continue on the Macmillan Way, a gently undulating walk along footpaths though farm land. Quite a few runners/joggers and the odd dog walkers around.
Lynn has a tendency to wander off the route if not ‘steered’ and Steve was pondering this problem and thinking of solutions like reins or a lead perhaps, such thoughts being kept very much to himself. Then came the obligatory animal encounter, courtesy of a herd of frisky young cows. As soon as we entered the field we knew they where going to be trouble and we checked the map but we had no alternative but to cross the field. It was very intimidating and they immediately surrounded us. Lynn did not wander off. We steadily made our way through the field with Steve doing his imitation of a farmer herding livestock, which just about kept them at bay. Lynn wears a Garmin which shows her heart rate, it spiked. Most farmers when setting an electric fence for cattle will leave a strip round the edge of the field for walkers when there is a public footpath through the field. This one had not. As we pondered how on earth walkers with a dog would have faired we looked back and saw the sign below. Steve wisely kept his own counsel. We didn’t get a photo of the cows.
A steep climb to Castle Cary and beyond takes us to our lunch stop, sat on a hilltop field enjoying the view north.
Our final stop is for a pot of tea in Bruton. Steve remembered inter school swimming galas against King’s Bruton School. Lynn doubts he can remember anything from that long ago!
Our substitute accommodation tonight is the Old Red Lion at North Breward.
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Wow, that is areal breakfast your new boots look as if they are broken in. D Sent from my iPad
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